Pieces of A
what I remember are parts of a whole, and they come to me in surges. is my brain imprinting pieces of him in my skull, or is this a sort of purging? i've binged on the parts i could touch and see and kiss, so maybe the next order in the series is to throw it all up in the empty air. time to offer it back to earth? images reduced to brain waves, i do not know any other way to preserve you.
he has large, strong, working hands. one afternoon i asked him about every scar on them. a particularly nasty one is a semi circle on the bone of the forefinger on his left hand. i asked, and he joked that he got it when he tried to rape a girl. "not funny," i told him.
he wrinkles his nose when something grosses him out. he doesn't keep the his nose stuck in place, but holds the wrinkling in place so that part of his face trembles for a few seconds, a slight spasm he cultivates.
he has the most hair i've ever seen in a man. he is a sparsely covered bear with ringlets for hair.
his limbs are long and powerful, straight and skinny where his feet and arms begin.
he has large, strong, working hands. one afternoon i asked him about every scar on them. a particularly nasty one is a semi circle on the bone of the forefinger on his left hand. i asked, and he joked that he got it when he tried to rape a girl. "not funny," i told him.
he wrinkles his nose when something grosses him out. he doesn't keep the his nose stuck in place, but holds the wrinkling in place so that part of his face trembles for a few seconds, a slight spasm he cultivates.
he has the most hair i've ever seen in a man. he is a sparsely covered bear with ringlets for hair.
his limbs are long and powerful, straight and skinny where his feet and arms begin.